People are puppets, trapped into the strings.
Some people live how other people want.
They don’t say a word, speak only when told.
But I am one of that special group of puppets.
I can’t be told what I must do.
I speak what is on my mind and do what I want.
But therefore other people are breaking me down.
Because I’m not normal, because I am real.
If only I could break out of my chains… before I fade away.